Retro music is blasting through the speakers as I arrived at the hall for the Homecoming Ball. There are a lot of students standing in the cold while holding their partners. I can also see familiar faces of the students that had already graduated from Stockton University.
People who knew me greeted me as I passed by them to get to the registration area.
“Fierce Bradley,” I recognized Pia, Toni’s friend and co-teacher.
I nodded and smiled at her. “Yes.” She knows me.
She smiled back and looked for my name on the list before pointing the space between my name where my signature should be.
“You need to sign here,” she said. “Don’t you have a date?” She asked.
I shrugged. If she only knew who I wanted to be my date tonight, would she be this hospitable to me? I don’t think so.
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